Post Partum?

.

I sit here

watching you sleep

the sleep of the

innocent.

A tear rolls down

my cheek.

I glance down the hall

towards your brothers’ room;

I miss him when he’s gone.

Does he miss me?

I gaze at a picture

of your dad;

I smile a sad smile.

Does he know how

deeply I love him?

I close my eyes

I am so blessed

and so grateful

for all I have…

that others may not.

So why am I so sad?

Why do I feel so lost?

Why do I cry…

all the time?

Copyright© 2006 Kyla Scheuer

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